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RENEE MONTAGNE, HOST: This is MORNING EDITION, from NPR News. Happy New Year. I'm Renee Montagne.At physics conferences these days, a lot of talk is about feathers and fins.AMY LANG: So, I have studied sharks and also butterflies.JUSTIN JAWORSKI: Brine shrimps.HAMID MARVI: Sidewinder rattlesnakes.SCOTT THOMSON: They're called fire ants.JANA NAVROTTE: The Hawaiian bobtail squid.MONTAGNE: More and more physicists are turning to the Animal Kingdom for potential solutions to engineering problems. One particularly odd project caught the attention of NPR's Adam Cole. He brings us the story of a propulsion system inspired by the penguin.(SOUNDBITE OF MUSIC)ADAM COLE, BYLINE: Penguins have a comical reputation. They dance for Mary Poppins and play dumb commandos in DreamWorks' "Madagascar."(SOUNDBITE OF MOVIE, "MADAGASCAR")COLE: And a visit to real, live African penguins at the Maryland Zoo doesn't do much to shake the stereotype. The penguins waddle around in pairs on their rocky island and bray like donkeys.(SOUNDBITE OF BRAYING)COLE: One curious penguin stops to peck at the shoelaces of a zookeeper.JEN KOTTYAN: Her name is Peanut.COLE: That's avian manager Jen Kottyan. She knows all the penguins by name. There's Peanut, Winnie, Tux and dozens more.KOTTYAN: They are very, very awkward, and kind of clumsy out on land.COLE: But when Peanut dives into the water...(SOUNDBITE OF SPLASH)COLE: ...she becomes sleek and graceful. And those little wings that seemed so silly on land suddenly become extremely useful.KOTTYAN: Their wings are small, in proportion to their body. But they are very, very powerful.COLE: They help Peanut reach 12 miles per hour in the water. She can make sharp turns, move side to side, and accelerate suddenly. It's this maneuverability - hard to achieve in human craft - that so impressed physicist Flavio Noca.FLAVIO NOCA: I was just amazed by their performance. And that's when, basically, I decided, OK, I want to work on penguins.COLE: Noca is works at Switzerland's University of Applied Sciences. He says that very little is known about how these champion swimmers manage their underwater acrobatics.NOCA: There are just, for some reason, only two basic papers.COLE: So, Noca set out to learn more. He started by filming zoo penguins to track the exact movement of their wings.NOCA: It was very hard, because penguins have their own mind, so they're not going to go where you want them to go.COLE: But after watching lots of underwater videos, Noca was able to figure out the exact angle and position of the penguin wing as it completes a stroke. But he still needed a way to model and control that movement in the lab, to understand how it generates its power. So, this year, one of his research assistants built an entirely novel joint mechanism that can perfectly mimic a penguin's flipper stroke.(SOUNDBITE OF SPLASHING)COLE: With the mechanical flipper churning in the water, Noca can better measure the flows and forces involved. He says someday, this mechanism could help underwater craft dart through ocean.When Noca presented his work at the American Physical Society's conference in Pittsburgh this winter, he wasn't the only one there talking about animals. Physicists and engineers from all over the world are using new tools - like computer modeling and 3D printing - to study and replicate natural systems. And when I asked them why they're so focused on nature, well, I'll let them explain.LANG: Nature's been swimming or flying for millions of years.JAWORSKI: Millions of years of engineering.NAVROTTE: Millions of years of selection.LANG: Nature may have solved problems that we're also trying to solve.THOMSON: So we look to them for inspiration where we're a bit stuck.MARVI: And it turns out, if you go to the nature and look for the right organism, you are going to find a pretty good solution for that engineering problem.THOMSON: But it's not necessarily optimal.NAVROTTE: It doesn't mean it's the only solution. It doesn't mean it's the best solution, but it gives you a direction.COLE: That was Amy Lang, Jana Navrotte(ph), Justin Jaworski, Hamid Marvi and Scott Thomson.And I'm Adam Cole, NPR News.

This memoir is my attempt to describe the events I experienced during my tour as a CIA officer serving in Afghanistan in the fall of 2001. My goal is to share my personal story, within the bounds of national security, after the terrorist attacks on September 11th through the fall of Kandahar on December 7th. The opinions expressed and the version of events are solely the views and recollections of the author and do not speak for any person or organization, particularly the Central Intelligence Agency. To protect the privacy of my teammates and friends, I have deliberately obscured and changed personal and place names. This material was reviewed by the CIA to prevent the disclosure of classified information.

My rucksack was huge. I heavily packed it with all the items I thought I needed to invade a foreign country as a spy. I strained to lift the bulky pack onto the waiting truck bed. The other members of the CIA's Echo Team were equally laden. All our packs bulged to their limits. We each carried extra clothing, weapons, camping equipment, ammunition, communication gear, food, and medical supplies. The 12-man U.S. Army Special Forces (Green Berets) team embedded with us was similarly weighed down. For the moment, for all our technology and intent, we were simply beasts of burden just trying to get to our destination- inside Afghanistan.

In an hour, the truck would transport us to an Air Force MC-130 Special Operations plane that sat waiting at a nearby Pakistani airfield. Its job was to carry us to a remote rendezvous point. After landing, we would cross-load to a fleet of repurposed Russian helicopters for the final leg of a nighttime flight over the border. Our destination was deep into southern Afghanistan's Kandahar Province, home of the Taliban. We were finally doing the big event after days of waiting and were more than ready to go.

Greg was a husky 49-year-old man with a round, cheerful face with glasses. For some reason, I could always picture Greg as a professor lecturing a classroom while wearing a tweed jacket with elbow patches, not a burly commando leading a paramilitary team to kill terrorists in Afghanistan. He spoke with a pronounced New England accent, always sounding academic and aristocratic, like he should be teaching at Harvard.

"Bad news, Frank," Greg said. "We have too much gear, too many people, and not enough birds. Between the SF (Special Forces) team and Echo Team, the loadmaster says we have to leave some gear behind plus three passengers."

A gut punch would have been preferable to those words. I was crushed, devastated to my core. But I didn't argue. I'd been here before, ready to go but not going. Greg's decision made sense. Besides our physician assistant, the rest of the Echo Team consisted of CIA paramilitary officers with current, well-honed military skills. Yes, I was a CIA case officer and former U.S. Army Green Beret, but my once respectable martial skills had atrophied long ago. At that point, I had been out of the military for almost two decades. I would have made the same decision if I had been in Greg's position.

I walked back to the truck. I asked one of my teammates to hand me back my rucksack, which I carried inside our barracks. Then, I returned to help load the rest of the gear. Now more of an unhappy observer than a participant, I paused to take in the scene.

Underneath a canopy of bright blue desert sky, my teammates were lined up behind the truck, waiting their turn to hand up their gear. Clothed in cargo pants or blue jeans, button-up REI sports shirts, baseball caps- a few of the CIA men wore baseball caps with the NYPD or FDNY logo to remember 9/11 and why we were in Afghanistan- and hiking boots. An outsider might mistake our group for members of a trekking expedition- except for the Glock 9mm pistols on their belts and the AK-47 rifles slung on their shoulders.

With only hours left before going into the heartland of the Taliban, gone was the usual light-hearted banter. Each man wore a professional, serious expression on his bearded face. Despite the danger they knew that waited for them, they continued working, moving closer and closer with rucksacks passed to whatever fate had in store. Nothing was going to stop them, not even fear.

At that moment, a surge of pride swept through me as I stood there watching my teammates. The feeling was intense and overpowering, like a rogue wave on a calm ocean. The unexpected emotion took me by surprise and brought tears to my eyes. In that poignant moment, I understood how such patriotic feelings must have stirred Francis Scott Key to pen the words of the Star-Spangled Banner as he watched the bombardment of the stalwart defenders of Ft. McHenry hold off the attacking British forces. Feelings that intense needed an outlet.

Although I never composed a song and no lyrics came to mind, I wanted to convey the scene and my sentiments to the Agency employees back home supporting us. I wanted to say, "Hey, look! These are our guys! For our country, this small band of brave Americans is going after al Qaeda deep in the badlands of Afghanistan!"

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